User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20130128223330/@comment-3135907-20151111035924

"Well, er..." Boggear scratched his chin, looking shiftily from the vole to the corpse and back again.

"Aye, clean th' bog outta yer ears, Boggear," muttered one of the vermin in the patrol. "Haha, bog outta 'is ears. Good one, huh mates?" Several chuckles sounded out in response.

Boggear snorted goodnaturedly. "Aye, good un, Coddnose. Now wot d'ye think, mates? Take 'im back to th' King, or...?"